The Lady of the Lake

Black Lake

The audience fell into a bored silence once again.

Hermione was the first to finish the race, and everyone was filled with anticipation, thinking that a second, third, or even a fourth Champion would soon appear.

But to my surprise, more than twenty minutes passed, and the lake remained as calm as a mirror, with only a few owls occasionally flying by.

The other Champion have already taken Hermione twice as long, and they still haven't completed the mission.

Indeed, the difference between wizards is greater than the difference between a wizard and Merpeople.

Could he have drowned in Black Lake?

Many students think this way; since they can't watch the games, they want to see something exciting.

What's the most exciting thing?

That must mean something happened to the Champion.

Those most likely to get into trouble are Durmstrang and Beauxbatons ' students.

Most of the young wizards present thought the same way.

After all, these are all Hogwarts students.

Of the wizards from the other two schools, more than half became Champion; the remaining half became hostages.

If something really happens, it would be a catastrophic disruption for the other two schools.

Madame Maxime and Karkaroff were both somewhat anxious, but seeing Dumbledore his eyes closed and seemingly calm, their hearts calmed down.

As expected of Dumbledore, putting everything else aside, his composure alone requires at least twenty years of training.

Ron also gazed at the Black Lake.

However, he was near the reeds of Black Lake, and had been there for ten minutes.

But in the end, they didn't dare to show their faces.

If you're half an hour late for your exam and haven't studied at all, will you still be allowed into the exam room?

Besides, we only found out about the exam venue by asking other students after the exam had already started!

If someone doesn't show their face, you can assume something's wrong; but if they do, it's truly a social death.

Ron listened for a while and finally understood the details of the match: he was trying to save Harry.

"Don't go down, that's Harry. But if I go down, how am I supposed to get down?"

Swimming 200 meters is difficult enough, and I can only hold my breath for about 20 seconds, so how can I dive underwater?

Besides... the water was too cold!

Ron sat in the reeds and couldn't help but sigh.

They should think of an excuse to explain why they missed the game.

For example... he was kidnapped by Death Eaters!

Or perhaps, he had a close encounter with aliens!

Or perhaps he traveled back a thousand years, participated in the construction of Hogwarts, fought alongside the Four Founders wizards, and destroyed the dark wizards.

Okay, Ron thought the first two, except for the last one, sounded pretty fake.

The crowd suddenly cheered, and he thought he had been discovered and that the students were cheering him on.

Ron was clearly overthinking it. He looked up and saw that another Champion had completed the mission.

Phoebe appeared on the lake's surface, and holding Gabrielle, she swam quickly toward the shore.

Madame Maxime stood up and rushed over to greet them impatiently.

"Phoebe, well done!" Maxime shouted, "You succeeded! You're second place! That was a brilliant performance!"

Madam Pomfrey pulled Phoebe and Gabrielle from Maxime's arms.

They were each given a blanket and some Invigoration Draught.

"Have you seen Krum?" Karkaroff couldn't help but lean closer and ask.

Phoebe simply shook her head and led Gabrielle toward the tent.

Karkaroff, his face grim, sat back down in his chair.

His current expression is about seven or eight parts similar to Krum's.

Anyone who didn't know better would think Krum was his illegitimate son.

That shouldn't be the case.

Karkaroff muttered to himself.

Even if she couldn't compare to Granger, it was understandable, since the Stark were behind her after all.

But there's no reason why Krum should be inferior to Delacour; she doesn't have anyone backing her.

Karkaroff glanced at the time again; there wasn't much time left before the end.

"Won't something bad happen?" He looked at Dumbledore was still "calm."

Karkaroff called twice before Dumbledore slowly opened his eyes and yawned.

That's the downside of getting older: you sleep less at night and feel lethargic and sleepy during the day.

"What's wrong? Is the game over?" Dumbledore asked.

Karkaroff stared at him silently.

Just then, Dumbledore, who was feeling drowsy, suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

Between heaven and earth, a bolt of purple lightning struck the surface of the lake, and countless dark clouds gathered above the Black Lake, blocking out the sun.

Those dark clouds formed a huge vortex. (Fastest updates on PC::/)

Miami Beach,

It is a famous beach resort in the United States and one of the world's top tourist destinations.

The seawater here is shallow, the waves are small and calm, the sand is fine and white, and the area is flat and vast, stretching for several kilometers, like a long, wide white jade belt inlaid on the seashore.

After Christmas, Nicolas returned to the United States, first visiting the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and then coming to Miami.

Instead of enjoying the beach and sunshine, he hid in his tent, staring intently at the Prophecy Orb with a serious expression.

This is a newly created Prophecy Orb based on the unlocked Book of Alchemy.

But the scene inside the Prophecy Orb, which was originally the scene beneath the Black Lake, then changed to the face of a witch.

Through the Prophecy Orb, the witch looked up at him.

It was clearly a Prophecy, but Nicolas had a strange feeling... the witch was staring right at him.

Across the dimensions of space and time.

The witch extended two fingers and pointed them at Nicolas's eyes.

Bang!

The Prophecy Orb exploded with a deafening roar.

Nicolas sat there, motionless.

The last Prophecy failed because he tried to forcefully Prophecy the location of the Deathly Hallows.

Then, half of the magic power of the Philosopher's Stone was consumed.

Nicolas remained silent for a long time before finally uttering a sentence:

"The Lady of the Lake!"

The witch emerged from the center of the vortex, like a fairy.

This was the second time William had seen her.

Although he could see the woman, she and he were not on the same dimension, much less in the same time and space.

This seemingly absurd yet undeniably real premonition resurfaced in William's mind once more.

And as his understanding of magic deepened, this idea grew stronger.

All the Merpeople knelt down in devout worship, including the injured Merpeople princess.

Their tails suddenly emitted a golden light, making the lake bottom shine as brightly as day.

William initially thought that since the two were on different latitudes, they couldn't communicate.

Unexpectedly, the witch's cold voice reached William's ears clearly.

Give me the Goblin Gems!

William was stunned for several seconds. The witch looked pretty, but her manners were really lacking.

The very first thing we said on our second meeting was this unreasonable demand!

You said you wanted it.

I'll give it to you!

I'm your father!

William has always been the type of person who won't listen to either soft or hard tactics.

Besides,

The Goblin Gems has already been given to Hermione.

Judging from her excitement, she plans to use them as wedding rings.

There's no reason for me to give my boyfriend away to anyone else.

Not to mention she's a woman.

William chuckled softly, "You asked me."

Then he patted the wand in his hand, "Ask it again."

The witch's tone was frighteningly arrogant as she calmly stated, "The last person who dared to speak to me like that was Ravenclaw."

She wants all the Merpeople in the Black Lake to get out and stay away from Hogwarts... What a domineering little girl.

Before that, it was Merlin... He wanted me to give the Excalibur to King Arthur...

Two strands of black hair at the witch's temples fluttered back, and with a wave of her hand, the trident in William's hand flew into her grasp.

The witch stared directly at William and laughed aloud:

"Where did all these Merlin Ravenclaw come from? They're asking for death!"

She shone brightly, gripped the trident tightly, and pushed it forward.

In an instant, the water surged and boiled, as if a thousand troops were rushing by.

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